The Midnight Hour
His hand lay on the window pane
gazing out at the midnight rain
his pensive stare and memories
of a time on an isle of darkened seas
he knew her then , her olive skin
out from the rain to rest at an inn
they had food and wine and spoke of schemes
then walked into darkness to pursue their dreams
and they shared it in the moonlight
with the stars shining bright
her black tresses curled and unfurled
as they lay on the beach
to sink into sleep
with their arms within reach
he woke up alone
she was no where in sight
he sought her out in the course of the night
his watch ticked off the midnight hour
his feelings spent as all went sour
she was never found and he recalled
that the mystery of Midnight
took his love away
perchance a time will come someday
that Midnight will be a talisman
and he will see his love again
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Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2014
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